Bridget Collins -- Soul Catcher
"Good evening, Bridget," said a passerby.
Bridget muttered a, "Good evening," and looked up to see who had said it. Noticing it was just one of the librarians, Dorian, she returned to her book entitled The World Of Calculus. She found it very intriguing how a mathematician could figure out the use for these functions and limits with such detail--and it made sense.
She tapped her lip with her pencil then positioned her notebook to work on some derivatives. "Assume that f of x equals these two equations... "Determine if f is differentiable at x=2, i.e., then determine if f'(2) exists. This shouldn't be too hard. I just gotta--"
"Oh, my Goodness!"
Bridget looked up immediately at what sounded like Dorian screaming. She spun around in her chair as Dorian ran out from behind the desk. "Everyone, get out! Get out now!"
Bridget sighed, wondering if she knew what was hiding behind the front desk. She frowned at her calculus as if trying to determine which was more important. Finally, she dropped her pencil, picked up her staff (which she would get weird looks for, and she'd call it a "cane" if anyone asked), and meandered over to the front desk. Dorian's fearful eyes fell on the approaching girl. "Bridget, no! You have to get out of here! There's something back here, and it's not friendly. I'm trying to save you from--"
"Dorian, you go help the others get outside," Bridget said, putting a hand on the woman's shaking shoulders. "I'll be out in a moment."
"I'm not going out without--" There was a crash in the back. "Come out as soon as you can."
The old woman ran off, and Bridget took a few cautious steps toward the room behind the front desk. The demon was fast approaching the door, so she didn't have much choice other than to jump right into the room and claw the demon back with her soul powered nails. The black creature tripped backward over a fallen table, and Bridget took this time to jump on the table's edge and claw the demon again.
The creature scurried away from the spot too quickly for Bridget to follow. Before she had found the demon, she was kicked in the back onto her face. She rolled over in time to see the demon jump toward her. She flipped backward onto her feet and used her staff to drag a chair in front of the charging demon. It tripped, giving Bridget yet another opening to claw at him with as much force as she could muster--twice. She bounded to the side as the demon threw the chair at her. With another swing of her staff, the demon was tripped onto his bottom. Bridget dropped her staff and finished him off with another swipe.
The demon twitched. Bridget swiped it again.
It didn't move.
Breathing heavily, Bridget retracted her nails. Before she could even begin extracting its soul, her phone vibrated in her jeans pocket. She pulled it out. "Hello?"
"Bridget Collins, you have been summoned by the Organization. Head to the Headquarters in D.C. immediately."
They hung up.
Bridget ended the call and stuffed it back in her pocket. She put her dainty fingertips on the creatures head carefully. She was sort of new to this without having an Exorcist by her side. It was worrisome to know she would have to lug this thing around until an Exorcist found her. Nonetheless, she extracted the soul, gritting her teeth as it flowed through her veins like a shock that reached down to her toes. When it was finished, she let go and fell back, breathing heavy again.
"The function's not differentiable," she breathed and fell backwards on the ground to rest.
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